Chop Chop
The Sweet Lyrics

If you walk down through the woods today
As you wander through the forest, you will come across an unusual sight

You won't believe your eyes
What you witness will be beyond your imagination

There's an old log cabin on the Greatway River
A charming wooden house stands near a flowing river

Underneath the rolling skies
Below the vast and sprawling sky

A man called Woodrow all alone
A solitary man by the name of Woodrow lives there

You can hear the woodchop's cry
The forest echoes with the sound of his axe hitting the trees

He swings his axe all day and chops the trees away
Woodrow works tirelessly every day to cut down trees with his axe

Chop chop chop you can hear him singing
As he chops, you can hear Woodrow singing a jolly tune

Chop chop chop, as his axe is swinging
The sound of his axe swinging becomes a rhythm that accompanies his melody

Chop chop chop through the woods it's ringing
The sound of Woodrow's axe can be heard throughout the entire forest

Timber! Timber!
After the tree is cut down, the call of 'timber' signals the falling of the tree

Chop chop chop, give it all you can
Woodrow's determination is reflected in the strength with which he wields his axe

Chop chop chop sang the woodchop man
Woodrow's love for his craft is reflected in the happiness and melody of his singing

Chop chop chop through the woods it rang
The sound of Woodrow's axe echoes through the dense forest

It's a bright light shines through the towering pines
The sun shines brightly through the tall pine trees

You can hear the woodman's call
The sound of Woodrow's distinctive voice carries over the noises of the forest

Through the raging rapids of the Greatway River
Despite the powerful and tumultuous river, Woodrow continues to work

You can see the pine trees fall
From a distance, you can observe how the trees easily relinquish their hold on the forest

As the sun goes down you can hear the sound
As the day comes to an end, the sound of Woodrow's work persists

That echoes Woodrow's call
The forest reverberates with the memory of his chopping and singing

He puts his axe away until another day
Woodrow finishes his work for the day, and prepares to rest until tomorrow's work begins

Timber! Timber!...
The rhythmic falling of the trees continues as Woodrow approaches the end of his workday